Window Poem by Chan Mongol

WINDOW
By: Chan Mongol
May 19, 2024

An elderly woman often looked through her window;
Today same thing as a man I often do!
Lady was probably ninety years old;
Her pretty smiley face I still hold!
She waived hands and greeted me;
At times, we are lonely in the life journey!
The angel was wrinkled and looked ninety;
And I am passing my life with severe disability!
The difference in us is not the age;
It is how our conditions and days!